guide said we were about four and a half miles from the 

 canoe, and that in following the twists and turns of the 

 wounded bull we had covered a distance of about eighteen 

 miles. His advice was that we start at once for our 

 canoe, but first to " spot " the trees with the axe to enable 

 us to take up the bull's trail again and track him to his 

 death bed. So at half-past three we started back, the 

 guide assuring me that he knew the way perfectly well. 

 Maybe he did, but coming events cast a sort of a shadow 

 over my mind — maybe he didn't. He first led us 

 through an alder swamp, that only needed a Bengal tiger 

 or two to rival an Indian jungle. Lathered with perspira- 

 tion we finall}^ got through this and faced a high ridge 

 covered with numerous windfalls After scaling this and 

 getting down on the other side of it we found ourselves 

 in a dense cedar swamp, wandering here and there, and 

 perspiring at every pore with the labor of climbing over 

 and under logs, and jumping windfalls. Then came 

 the pleasant conviction : ' ' We are lost ! ' ' 



It was nearly dark, the weather had turned cold, and 

 no time was to be lost in getting some wood together and 

 starting a fire. Here we were in what might righteousl}^ 

 be called a constipated predicament ; without coat or vest, 

 or blanket, or tent, with nothing to eat and nothing to 

 drink. Could we have found water our remaining two 

 bouillon capsules would have made us a good supper; 

 but there was no water and consequently no supper. 

 The best and only thing to do now, I did. I pulled off 

 my hip rubbe^ boots, intending to use them for a pillow, 

 dried my few clothes, wet from perspiration, and kept 

 close to the fire to avoid catching cold from the bare 



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